Akuyaku Reijo Nanode Rasubosu o Katte Mimashita

A few days here, my husband is immersed in reading.

"I'm not sleeping yet, Master Claude."

"Right, stay asleep first"

That's what Claude said without taking his eyes off the book.

What Claude has in his hands is a novel about a series of things. Here recently, Claude even reads it when he returns from the emperor's office.

Eileen continues to speak as she falls asleep next to Claude with her pillow on her back stacked on her sleeping table.

"... you've been reading that series here lately"

"Right."

"Is it funny, it"

"Right."

"Wouldn't it be time to end this already?

"Right."

"You didn't hear that."

"Right."

There's no rush business tomorrow morning, I'm not particularly tired, and even though my wife is lying in bed during a relaxing and amazing night, this trick. Irene was angry, but speaking of it, I can't believe it.

But can I keep missing something like this?

Last night and the night before, not only at night, until tea time, Claude is immersed in reading when he finds time.

(I don't want to see anything else, though!

In front of Eileen, who was lying down, was a brunette who was exposing herself. As he harassed him to grab it for a long time and make three knitting straightaway, Claude changed his posture slightly in the form of sinking his torso into a pillow.

My left hand just fell in front of Eileen, so I grabbed her and pressed her palm against me.

Claude has then been gripping Irene's fingers back and forth. He's willing to let it go.

But my gaze doesn't move from the book at all.

……

Ugly, his left hand fled to turn the page.

While I was thinking about it, now my left hand strokes Irene's cheek and messes with her horizontal hair with my fingers. He glanced at his temples with his thumb belly, teasing his earlobes, and Irene glanced at him for the tickle.

"... haven't you played?

"You're like a cat, I thought - Whoa!

When I chewed that thumb out of my mind, Claude just took his eyes off the book.

In the mood to do it, Eileen grips Claude's left hand with both hands and laughs like a prank.

"Cats are random."

"... just the right place"

Sigh, Claude pinches a sign in the book and closes.

"Satisfy your cat before you continue reading"

Eileen, who was deep down good at winning the book, blues to the word.

"Oh, you're not going to sleep!?

"I don't sleep. I'm concerned about the continuation. But you're gonna get in the way of that, aren't you? Then we need to put him to bed first."

Turns out Claude just took off his jacket, and Irene tried to escape, but Claude is faster.

He grabbed me by the hips and dragged me back to my sloppy bedside. Then the ribbon on his back is about the other half. Same early moves.

"But I won't bother you anymore! I'll sleep properly by myself!

"Cats will be whimsical. I don't believe it."

Lying Claude whispers as she sweetbites her earlobes.

"Better not interrupt too much reading time"

About an hour later, after repeating "I'm sorry" and "Forgive me already," Irene ran out of energy and roots, just resenting the cool side of Claude, who opens the book in the same position as she did just by exposing her brilliant upper body.

(Dear Claude, Dear Claude, you just have to fall asleep!

Whether the wish had been fulfilled or because it was decided to be so as a logical consequence, the next day, when I entered the bedroom, my husband had already sunk into the bedroom.

"Master Claude?

"... sleepy..."

Well, I guess so.

Eileen turns to Humph and Sort of in response to leaving her squashed in the pillow.

"Yesterday and all yesterday, you read your book almost all night. You deserve it."

"... I still got you..."

"Thank you for that! Enough, I'm going to bed."

Drop the lights and Eileen goes inside the futon too. Then cursory and Claude's arms turned to his hips.

Eileen is not a child enough to refuse to say goodnight. It's the only way, and it's my wife's job to crush and forgive you.

Sleeping facing Claude, her dry lips pressed against her forehead.

You must be really sleepy. Always a beautiful Claude's face, she looks grumpy and young. It's a precious moment to think of my husband as cute.

"... so what about you up there this evening..."

But what you're saying isn't cute.

"Please go to sleep without saying anything stupid."

As Eileen turned her back, Claude exhaled deeply and closed her eyes, whether it was a sigh or a relief.

Bury your face in its chest, and Eileen closes her eyes, too.

Please, may you stay like this tomorrow and the day after.